Total pages in book: 54
Estimated words: 50653 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 253(@200wpm)___ 203(@250wpm)___ 169(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 50653 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 253(@200wpm)___ 203(@250wpm)___ 169(@300wpm)
He drags one side of my jeans down over my hip, the fabric scraping my sensitive skin. My breath catches, willing him not to lower them any farther. “What are you doing?” The words pant from my lips, a warning, an invitation—such a contradiction.
“Marking you,” he growls, lowering himself. The burn of his teeth biting into the flesh of my hip sends a wave of shock and pleasure coursing through me. A warm throb vibrates through every inch of me. His inviting, hot tongue swipes over the wound he’s created. My pussy aches. The breeze of his cool breath as he blows across my sore flesh steals the air from my lungs. It feels good, too damn good, being alone with him. Seconds later, he’s standing over me again, the outline of his hard, thick cock pushing against my back.
“I want to fuck you,” he admits, and I wonder if that cost him something. Control. Inhaling, he groans. “Taint every inch of your skin with my teeth. Make every nerve ending come alive under my tongue. Stretch you deep and wide with my cock, until you’re limp and soaked in both of our cum.” Can you cum without being touched? I’m pretty sure I just did. “But I don’t have to fuck you to leave you thinking about me all night.”
He traces his mark with the pad of his thumb before slipping a small bottle of Jameson from his pocket and flicking off the cap. He pours the fire over the teeth imprints. A luscious burn prickles my skin before he slaps his palm against it. “The sting won’t let you forget.” I wouldn’t forget anyway. I’ll be spending the night staring at his image with my fingers inside me.
“You taste like forbidden fruit, Rogue.”
Excitement and panic wash through me. “What does that mean?” I’m trembling all over. My voice wobbles, betraying me.
“It means I can sniff out danger, and you’re a red, glowing beacon. Am I going to regret inviting you here?”
Did he invite me? Looking over my shoulder up into his eyes, I speak truthfully, sure he’d sense bullshit if I didn’t. “Yes, probably.”
Wrapping his fist in my hair he tugs my head back, and I let out a needy moan. “You chose to come here tonight, but only because I allowed you. Make no mistake about who’s in charge here.”
Fuck, I can’t tell if he’s a man or a monster—and part of me doesn’t care which.
“Open your mouth,” he demands, and my thighs clench. My tongue swipes out to wet my lips while I debate whether to obey or not. “Open,” he growls, and my lips part as I gaze up into his possessive stare. Taking a gulp from the bottle, he leans forward, bringing the liquid to his lips. He drips it into my mouth, smearing the pad of his thumb across my bottom lip. “If I want to own you, I will. You can play hard to get all you want, but your body betrays you, Rogue. I can fucking smell your need.” He kisses me on the forehead and then he’s gone a heartbeat later, his heavy strides disappearing down the hall.
I feel completely addicted. High on his potent elixir. He owned my body without even fucking me. The actions were utterly soul shattering.
I blow out a nervous breath, righting my clothes and head straight for the exit, needing to get away and clear my head.
Getting to the foyer, I look around. Diamond isn’t here, so I head to the closet. I debate going back inside and seeking Diamond out when Georgina saunters toward me, my purse dangling from her finger.
“Lose something?” She narrows her eyes on me, giving me a once-over.
“You want to give me that back?” I yawn, too tired to play bitch-fight.
“It’s not nice when people touch what’s yours, is it?” Her gaze is steely and meant to scare. Bless her heart. She’s far too beautiful to be vying for any man’s attention. “I hate when people do that.” She chucks my purse at my chest, and I narrowly catch it before it tumbles to the floor.
Folding her arms, she leans against the wall. A short, black dress hugs her long, svelte figure. She has legs for days ending in a pair of stilettos that would cripple me.
“Don’t be a cliché,” I groan. “If Callan’s your boyfriend, then maybe you need to remind him of that, not me.”
Kitty made it clear that Callan had admirers but not a girlfriend, so whatever Georgina thinks she is to him, it’s one-sided. I’ve seen this time and time again with women around Tyler sniffing out power and wanting to feed on it.
Straightening from the wall, she prowls toward me like a cat wanting to back me into a corner so she can swat me with her talons. “Don’t be a child,” she chastises. “He’s not my boyfriend, but make no mistake, he won’t be yours either.”